[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

In this random dream, I was always chasing Sisyphus.He walked fast with a serious expression, and the gleam of the wings of the holy clothes always slipped through my fingers, until the sanctuary was crumbled and razed to the ground. In the raging flames of the collapsed statue of Athena, I finally stopped him, Full of devotion ---- "Even if the human race is extinct, you are fine, you are by no means a captive, I will..."

Can't go on.Because I can clearly see that his eyes are full of intense pain-even if the war ends forever, there will be no noise on the earth, only I will lie on his solid chest, keep grinding and repeating, "I belong to you Yes." The only answer to me was two lines of meandering tears of blood flowing from his pupils: he looked at the deserted world in emptiness and despair, and I was so startled that it hurt my heart, and I fell straight into the abyss——

My whole body sank, I slightly opened my eyes to adapt to the candlelight, and found that my limbs were limp and lacking any strength, so I barely managed to lean on the pillow to stand upright. After looking around, I thought of the dream that was completely opposite to reality just now——I smiled wryly Sound, now it seems that I have become a real prisoner.

I am bound and sealed.

On the crimson headband tied around the left wrist, there is a new old metal object. Although it looks like an ancient Greek bracelet with spikes, I prefer to call it a shackle.The hollow pattern mark on it can be seen without looking closely, it is the same as the densely packed Athena seal symbols in this cell----it is something left over from the holy domain of the previous holy war.Things that I can easily tear apart and untie at ordinary times become the chains that bind my small universe when I am weak.

I silently looked down at the upside-down thorns of the shackles, and the carefully rewound and knotted linen hairband... Was this intentional to prevent my skin from being punctured?However, the hideous condition of the skin like a burst blood vessel has spread to my wrist - like a more severely broken porcelain doll.

I touched my face, looked up and saw a basin beside the bed... just let me take a picture of myself?

So, regardless of the weakness of my arm, I leaned over. The damn shackles on my wrist were as heavy as the cornerstone of a palace. Without a doubt, my strength was exhausted. As if, the tub hoop fell apart, leaving a mess of splinters and shiny, comically bare rings.

...Does this imply that my body will shatter when I take off the shackles?

The door of the cell opened with a "crack".I was wet and motionless, just looking at the wide projection of the holy cloth wings on the floor, it approached and covered me with anger.

I said nothing.

"You----" He tried his best to endure something, but he just said this word.In the tense silence that followed, he took off my wet clothes and quickly put another on me. I looked down and saw that it was still his shirt, and I was at his mercy throughout the whole process, as if I had become a puppet.

In the end, he still spoke again. "you……"

After a pause, Sisyphus didn't scold me for being evil and dark because of the scene in the Scorpio palace. He calmed down a little, "You have been unconscious for two days. Minos, stop trying to use the power of the small universe. Sealing you now is just to prevent you from continuing to mess around and hurt you more. And when your body recovers, you can also move around a little."

I blinked and carefully looked at his expression and tone that I didn't know how to describe: he was like a bow that was naturally flexible and tightly stretched for deterrence.

Before nodding, I looked through behind him and looked out of the door. I quickly identified where it was----a side room of the Pope's Hall on the top of the mountain. Books and parchment rolls.The half-drawn chair——remains in the scene when he hurriedly got up and walked.

This is clearly where Sisyphus, as assistant to the Pope, handles affairs... Did he not throw me in a dungeon, or did he choose to tie me up by his side?

I smiled at him lightly, and said softly, "Thank you, please take care of me, Sisyphus."

Maybe I forcibly used the words left by the small universe in the ears of all the saints before, and now I can't see the impact and consequences. The control of this sanctuary and Athena is already at its peak, but I have already planted the seeds, doubts There will always be fertile soil and will sprout.And how should a fighter who was captured and attacked Athena be treated?I know very well that being watched and guarded like this is already the limit accepted by others.

Sisyphus, this man still wants me to know the beauty and generosity of this sanctuary or the world——so he continues to be generous to the person he wants to influence.Most of the time, he is busy where I can see it: for example, arranging to move all the damaged holy clothes to the cemetery for Shion to repair, for example, selecting people and sending a team to search in the deep mountains of Jamil, etc., all of which are displayed, St. The domain is making final preparations for the Great War.

I remained silent, let myself recuperate for a few days, and then slowly got out of bed and walked around again.In the middle of the night, I sat on the bed and looked at the flickering candles outside the door. Finally, I got up and put on my cloak, holding a candlestick in one hand, and walked out of the room.

Sisyphus sat in the center in front of the table, with thick documents on both sides of his hand.He was burying his head in the Latin dictionary while checking something. Seeing me approaching slowly, he didn't stop looking up to pay attention to what I meant.

I managed to move my eyes away from his brown hair, glanced at the things in his hand, and found that it was roughly a catalog of buying herbs... Dejere, an assistant with a wealth of knowledge, was ruined in Atlantis, leading to the destruction of the sanctuary. The acting pope is busier than ever.

I leaned sideways, looked at the faint tiredness under his eyes, couldn't help picking up the quill, and carefully marked the names of some herbs that can treat flame burns, fractures, and stop bleeding.

Sisyphus looked at me silently - is that funny?The enemy of the war, the underworld warrior, actually came to help him?

"...I have lived in Hades for a long time, and I have read all kinds of books...Maybe more medical knowledge than Dieter's. You, remember how I dealt with the plague in advance?" I said softly, "I didn't Harm your mind, I have already given you the anti-epidemic medicine at that time."

A certain emotion flashed across his eyes, but this kind of gentle gaze quickly disappeared, like a bright treasure sinking into a deep lake, on the contrary, it became more clear. You have known for a long time that the coming plague is also the prelude to the recovery of Pluto on the ground, right? Minos."

I keep silent by default.

He sighed heavily, looked up at me again, lowered his head and continued to pick up the pen——

I did not give up and said anxiously, "I can really help you too. Sisyphus, please... go to sleep. If it is urgent, I, I can sort it all out for you."

The candlelight was flickering and jumping, and his sitting position was frozen for a moment. After looking at me for a moment, he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Thank you. But I..."

He couldn't go on, because I had already slowly wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and pressed my forehead against his neck, which was half-exposing the neckline of the holy garment, feeling the strength of the limbs combined with the fatigue, and the slightly trembling heat of the collar -- --He didn't push me away.I whispered presumptuously, and asked in a low voice, "You...do you want me to stay by your side all the time and belong to you completely? Sisyphus?"

I quietly stared at the candlelight reflected by the golden holy garment in front of me. The golden red dark color was plated on the warrior's armor. Is it, can it, have a little magnificent and charming meaning?

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I was wearing a thin velvet cloak, and I was sitting alone on the stone steps outside the Pope's Hall.Looking up at the large clump of soul vines that have turned silver-gray in the night sky - no matter how the sanctuary struggles, the extinction and rebirth of this world is just around the corner.

And I... once again tried to call Mingyi with the power of the small universe and failed.The damn Athena seal, it cuts off the power against the underworld, like adding a layer of isolation shell to me, Mingyi is always indifferent to the master's call.

Inside the chest cavity, there was a dull pain again.I can't use my strength to open the space of another dimension. Thinking of this, I had no choice but to raise my hand and hold the pain - is it my heart?

Under the rustling wind, I stared blankly at the stairs, indifferent to the feet of a pair of golden holy clothes approaching, although I had already identified them as Pisces.

Yabofika, who was my defeated opponent before, can crush me now no matter in terms of appearance or fighting power.I thought dejectedly, as long as I am not sealed and successfully escape from here, the healing hot springs of Hades, or the power of His Majesty Hades himself, will definitely restore me to my original state.

"Sisyphus is going to help Shion Xiu's holy clothes. I'm here to replace him. Look at you, Minos, don't expect to escape from the Zodiac."

Yabofika said seriously, "The road down the mountain is paved with highly poisonous roses. With your current physique, you will pass out and die in less than a minute. So, don't act rashly."

I didn't care to listen, and looked up at him: he is still an undoubted beauty, like a perfect light blue iris under the moonlight.

what about me?Is it a bald griffin that fell into the mud?Thinking of this, I wrapped my cloak tightly around myself.Only the still bright black eyes were exposed, looking directly at this terrible world.

From the direction of the cemetery that can be seen, there is a desolate sound, accompanied by a golden halo, like countless groups of fireflies gathering and flying, and like a blacksmith knocking out fierce sparks, the small area is temporarily hidden from the night. Breaking away from the middle - it was Shi On who was showing his skills.

I know that the sanctuary's way of infusing life into the scarred holy cloth is definitely more bloody than the Hades, which only needs to rely on mineral hot springs--and Sisyphus, he went there too.what will he do! ?

In the torment, I finally returned to Sisyphus, who was guarding me between the seals of the Pope’s hall. The man who emerged from the long stone steps with a golden figure only glanced at me with an even more ugly face: because, he unloaded He took off the armguard of the left hand of the golden holy cloth, and the blood on the wrist soaked through the hastily wrapped bandage, still dripping wet.

I suddenly stood up and ran straight towards him, but stopped a few steps away from Sisyphus - he looked at me quietly with clear eyes.

Pursing my lips, I turned around and walked back indoors.

----Where did the pope's hall in this poor sanctuary keep the medicine box?While I was rummaging through it, I could hear the conversation between Abfika and Sisyphus.

He's still smiling in a good mood! "Shion worked very hard, how can I let him bleed alone? I can share some of it, even if I help him repair as many as possible. For these people who have life, even if they lose their master, they can usher in hope for the future. Cloth, I would gladly give my blood."

I heard him praise Shion in my ears, but I was extremely aggrieved, and I threw the hemostatic medicine and clean bandages I found on the table, and I rushed back to the room——After a while, I finally Hear Sisyphus' footsteps.

Did he sit down?Why not summon the valet to serve him?Why is the acting Pope treated so much worse than the Pope?I was tossing and turning in a mess, but I couldn't help it. I got up and walked to the door, looking at him twinklingly.

I met his gaze——Sisyphus also looked at me, and then lowered his head to deal with the bloody wound by himself. How much blood was lost?Under the candlelight, his complexion is clearly not the perfect healthy complexion that I observed when I sat close to each other in the past, with a smile full of peace and a sense of peace! !

I just feel like he's being tortured by the Sanctuary, dragged down by all the damn things—and seeing him stretch out his arm alone, about to bite the end of the bandage and tighten it... My limbs have already responded: walk towards him He walked over and helped him suppress the bleeding wound without saying a word.

After he was bandaged and the bleeding completely stopped, I endured my sadness and continued to watch his every move: Seeing him sitting down to deal with business as usual, I also went straight out—his eyes were on my back. Sticking - but it didn't stop my "freedom."

After leaving his field of vision, I quickly intercepted a maid from the Temple of God in the corridor.

She was a little scared, maybe it was because of my face, or maybe it was because I was a murderous underworld fighter who beat the goddess several times.

"Go, prepare a plate of black dates, pour honey thickly on it, and send it to Lord Sisyphus. Don't say you can't find it--I warn you, if I can't get it within half an hour, I will go Stretch that Athena that you worship with all the precious fruits—go!"

Fighters of the Underworld are good at intimidating people. Even if they are strong at the moment, they are enough to scare the little white rabbit. When I wandered around for a while and then stepped into the side hall, there was already what I wanted on the table: a big plate The black sweet fruit dripping with honey is right in his hand, it must be very suitable for his liking, and it is also suitable for replenishing energy for the wounded who have just bled.

Sisyphus stood up and looked at me, "Just now, thank you for your help, Minos...can you eat some?"

I did my best to be as calm as possible, and shook my head at him in response. "Good night, Sisyphus, these are more suitable for your taste, I'm going to sleep."

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The next day, I looked coldly at the visitor in front of me: Tianma.After all, he was curious about his father, and dared to come to me to inquire about it.I found that probably during the undercover days, I was very successful in acting as his guardian and educator in a sense, which caused him to be a little weak in front of me at this moment.

I took the opportunity to ridicule him as Athena's darling, bluntly expressed my contempt for his inferior talent, and cursed him as a tool for killing gods by constantly absorbing the flesh and blood of other saints to polish himself.

"You are a thing that should not have been born! I hate you - you are raised by Athena, a blood-sucking louse!"

When Tianma was knocked down one after another by me, Sisyphus rushed over. He was not as gentle as usual, and interrupted me angrily, "During the years when you pretended to be an adult, all kinds of sincere human emotions, treat you a little better. No touch at all!"

"Tianma has always respected you! Are you numb and cold soul, completely indifferent?!"

Being scolded, I clenched my fists.

Sisyphus turned his head to comfort Tianma patiently, "Don't pay attention to the evil words of this ghost fighter, Tianma, we gold saints, we have no reason to let you go to death, don't be easily confused by the enemy's vicious tactics, you are originally We are willing to make sacrifices, even if we sacrifice our lives, we will stay until the last hope of victory."

As soon as these words fell into my ears, my anger burned through my chest, and I rushed over to break Pegasus's neck with my bare hands to eradicate this scourge like Athena——Hisyphus, he is dead, restraining no small universe the power of me.

Pegasus rolled and scrambled, and I was hurting from the depths of my soul to my wrists, while Sisyphus stared at me, eyes full of anger.

I was extremely wronged and resentful, and after hearing him utter a series of adjectives accusing me of "spicy" and so on, I finally sneered at him, and the dark and fierce thing entrenched in my chest turned into unscrupulous words and slammed at him .

"Kill me and seal me immediately if you have the ability, Sisyphus!!! Or else, listen to me clearly!! You dare to sacrifice your life for this trash Pegasus and trash Athena, just wait! Your dead soul , not afraid of the ice hell——yes, what is that?! Are you afraid that I will be locked in the bedroom of the first prison forever, and that I, the scum of the underworld that you have always rejected, will exert evil and viciousness that you can't think of in your mind? torture?!"

Although his unsteady hand just punched me, I would be finished - but I gritted my teeth, my dark pupils shone fiercely, and added, "Sisyphus, you have to remember, those who match evil and vicious The tricks and tricks are all learned by imitating my experience from your favorite human beings who are dedicated to protecting you!"

It took him quite a moment to understand what I meant, those pupils were brightened by anger, and they were unbelievably dilated, and his chest was full of red and red from the ear to the ear, trembling slightly - as if he had already suffered something like.

Then, I was thrown to the ground by him.As for him, it was as if he had been entangled and bitten by a poisonous python, and his whole body was wounded and crumbling.

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... The rice dregs with a strong soul, the imprisonment is also like this.But it's still because the opponent is the political commissar, and someone else will be dungeon every minute.